prompt: write a poem backwards

a love which grows us up
a world which holds us tender
all of existence is in the sweet you cannot swallow

heart, get soft and open
bone, yearn to be rock and ash
stardust, remember the bright
a planet lives off of these longings

love is the orbital swoon
the outpouring of self story
the dark hours of sparse words
the shimmer of such kisses
the wonder at another’s existence
the flash in the eyes

whispered into the womb
whispered into the dirt
it is the magic salve
love is the source of all life
love is not held between two

it is all
there it is
love